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2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
The summer we tried to kill ourselves it was humid.
The summer the floods came.
We ran headfirst into the water, and when that didn't work…
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
or you may arrive by helicopter
(a way to kiss over paperwork)
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
I'm going to melt
a cross, a statue of the Buddha, and the arms of Vishnu
into a hood ornament of a naked woman with wings of fire,
set it on my car and follow it like a compass.
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
The man stands on a birdbath to learn
the language of feathers, and like the wind,
when the man speaks, he reaches
deep into his pockets to charm the sky.
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
The part that I forgot about the robots
(Making them moral) speaks as now I dream
In actual rain (or am actually dreaming rain)
Of ghosts in the machines.
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
prose poem
Suppose you're me, for just a minute—that's what I'm asking you to do—, just suppose for a minute that you're me, and ask yourself what it is you want to hear, because that's what I want
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
prose poem
Halfway to wilderness behind our house, on a tray I carry the ingredients for our supper.
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
She will soon hear your heart
beating her cheeks flush,
think of the baby
stretching its fingers for the bait.
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
We say, "Revile or Rejoice!" as if
there was a choice in the matter. I turn to you;
our eyes are trying. Shrieks of seagulls marry
across the water.
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
light verse
…this morning I was
surprised
to see
my wife
looked like
Peter Sellers.
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
I haven't had sex like that since:
Aspen, snowed-in,
your thumb
deep in my anus, heart…
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
Weather descends the stone steps—
sea of hats, hoods, shoulders
headed to the trains. Somehow I remain…
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
someone's horse. A loose horse.
Whose horse? Maybe a favorite.
Am I from the countryside?
I ask the horse or the building.
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
catalog
Jenna's got a gangster rapper in her breast
halos and Hula Hoops in Jenna's breasts
Jenna got caffeinated coffee in her breast
Jenna's got Jimmy Hoffa stashed away in her breast
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
prose poem
We are standing in a window, looking out at windows. The windows on the other side are blind. They are on the other side. To look out is to see; to look in, to turn slowly white.
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
Wake up 5 A.M. & the prairie is raining
white birds. The moon appears. The moon
circles the sky. My mouth is a dead lamp
looking for its light. The river is a tape loop…
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
Try a sweeter martini,
flakes of a little dry laugh.
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
I saw your mouth trailing off except one small leaf.
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
elegy, editors' select
My eye never filled with blood.
I never asked why
was I drugged and held down. Taken away.
Mesmerized. I wasn't a two-headed dog…
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
Shit has a history & it's balmy golden
notes off a black clarinet. Damp &…
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
editors' select
In the middle of it, being riven
apart by a finger, by a stiff tongue probing
the blind bone tail of my spine…
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
The message of this afternoon could be a hollow nest
if fairgrounds in a park can feel this empty.
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
Yearly returners to the empty desert lots
blossom in this wintering.
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
prose poem
You spank me with library books about horses and nature and cruelty. I can jump out of clouds and over fences just as you can turn corners in Schlachendale.